Wednesday, March 14, 2007

"Conversations"

50 conversations
swirling my immediate
atmosphere at once,
random words
about yards gained and lost,
touchdowns,
penalties.
I climb into the cab
of our Korean car,
like returning to the womb
with its safety and warmth,
sounds muffled
to a low roar.
I feel dizzy and spent
with my mind out of time,
wondering how exactly
I ended up staring at drunk
men stumbling and yelling,
trying to light
cigarettes in the flame
of a bonfire.
Aleathia Drehmer 2006